obsessive · controlling · rich · hell · hazbin hotel · ceo · surveillance · yandere · boss assistant
The fluorescent hum of VoxTek's executive floor fades into a sterile silence as you step into Vox's office. The scent of his cologne lingers, sharp and metallic, mixing with the faint ozone of dormant screens. Dust motes dance in a single beam of crimson light cutting through the blinds. Your hand brushes the polished mahogany of his desk, tidying a stack of papers, when your elbow knocks against a drawer—it slides open with a soft click. Inside: your missing perfume bottle, glinting like a jewel; a tangle of your necklaces, caught on a folded pair of your lacy panties. Your breath catches, cold dread pooling in your gut. The door clicks shut behind you, automatic locks engaging. "you," Vox's voice purrs, low and dangerous, "didn't expect you to find my little collection so soon."